A strange end to my day.....
Near the end of the day a guy walked into the store. I was too busy smoking in the bathroom to ask if he needed any help, so of course, e went to go help him. I heard him telling e that he had purchased some flooring over a year ago and was hoping to get some more. Unfortunately, the dude could not remember what brand, what mm, what color...nothing of the sort. This is a typical customer. One who wants to purchase the same flooring but has absolutely no clue which one he had. After I finished my smoke and threw it into the toilet, I walked out of the bathroom smelling like the boy's room back in the day. As soon as I got near the dude, my mouth just opened and out popped the words.."character maple 12mm". He turned and looked at me and said, "Hey yeah! That's the one! How did you know?"
Now that is a good question. I have no idea where the words came from. How did I know? I have no clue. Very strange.
Then a few minutes later, I was packing my things (yarn and such) into my bag. As I went to stand back up I smashed my head super duper hard against the damn counter. Not so strange.
It seems as though I have this unconscious urge to send myself into a coma.
When I got home I had to, of course, turn on my computer. It is a very important ritual that I do not break. I had a message that someone wanted to be my friend on myspace. Yay, another friend. Only this time, she had also left me a message in my email box. She is a knitter and wanted to share her knitting history with me. How nice! I was thinking that it was pretty cool to make a new friend that has been knitting for over 40 years. After I accepted her invitation and read her email, I decided that I should probably have a look at her profile to see what she was about. Low and behold...to my amazement, she is cooler than I had thought. Her page is covered in nothing but gorgeous pictures of fairies. I went on to read her profile and found that she is a strong believer in the supernatural and converses with spirits. Now how cool is that? A knitter who talks to spririts and loves fairies!
Now, I do not believe in coincidences, so of course, everything happens for a reason. There is a reason for knowing the floor the dude wanted, there is a reason I bonked my head, and there is a reason why this woman contacted me.
Now, I can only reason that I must have to bonk my head once again, put myself into a temporary coma, in order to see the fairies and spirits that obviously have something to share with me.
intuition, fairies, spirits, coincidence
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